Book, Verse

 1    7, 641 |                               Cold sweat, in clammy drops,
 2    7, 945 |      Besides the succor which cold Anien yields,~
 3    7, 991 |                       And the cold Nursians come to close the
 4    8, 183 |                            On cold Cyllene’s top fair Maia
 5    9, 67  |       show’rs, and stiff with cold,~
 6    9, 632 |                        An icy cold benumbs her limbs; she shakes;~
 7    9, 645 |                               Cold on the ground, and pressing
 8    9, 654 |    trunk dismember’d, and his cold remains?~
 9    9, 822 |       harden’d, and inur’d to cold.~
10    9, 975 | chills the Trojan hearts with cold affright:~
11   11, 451 |       no more; but, with this cold excuse,~
12   11, 986 |                        On the cold earth were by thy courage
13   12, 744 |                         Three cold on earth the Trojan hero
14   12, 1309|                 And shiv’ring cold congeals his vital blood.~